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What
we
should
have
done
without
him
,
I
am
afraid
to
think
,
for
all
the
company
despising
the
bride
and
bridegroom
and
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
—
and
old
Mr
.
Thurveydrop
,
in
virtue
of
his
deportment
,
considering
himself
vastly
superior
to
all
the
company
—
it
was
a
very
unpromising
case
.
At
last
the
time
came
when
poor
Caddy
was
to
go
and
when
all
her
property
was
packed
on
the
hired
coach
and
pair
that
was
to
take
her
and
her
husband
to
Gravesend
.
It
affected
us
to
see
Caddy
clinging
,
then
,
to
her
deplorable
home
and
hanging
on
her
mother
’
s
neck
with
the
greatest
tenderness
.
"
I
am
very
sorry
I
couldn
’
t
go
on
writing
from
dictation
,
Ma
,
"
sobbed
Caddy
.
"
I
hope
you
forgive
me
now
.
"
"
Oh
,
Caddy
,
Caddy
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
.
"
I
have
told
you
over
and
over
again
that
I
have
engaged
a
boy
,
and
there
’
s
an
end
of
it
.
"
"
You
are
sure
you
are
not
the
least
angry
with
me
,
Ma
?
Say
you
are
sure
before
I
go
away
,
Ma
?
"
"
You
foolish
Caddy
,
"
returned
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
"
do
I
look
angry
,
or
have
I
inclination
to
be
angry
,
or
time
to
be
angry
?
How
CAN
you
?
"
"
Take
a
little
care
of
Pa
while
I
am
gone
,
Mama
!
"
Mrs
.
Jellyby
positively
laughed
at
the
fancy
.
"
You
romantic
child
,
"
said
she
,
lightly
patting
Caddy
’
s
back
.
"
Go
along
.
I
am
excellent
friends
with
you
.
Now
,
good
-
bye
,
Caddy
,
and
be
very
happy
!
"
Then
Caddy
hung
upon
her
father
and
nursed
his
cheek
against
hers
as
if
he
were
some
poor
dull
child
in
pain
.
All
this
took
place
in
the
hall
.
Her
father
released
her
,
took
out
his
pocket
handkerchief
,
and
sat
down
on
the
stairs
with
his
head
against
the
wall
.
I
hope
he
found
some
consolation
in
walls
.
I
almost
think
he
did
.
And
then
Prince
took
her
arm
in
his
and
turned
with
great
emotion
and
respect
to
his
father
,
whose
deportment
at
that
moment
was
overwhelming
.
"
Thank
you
over
and
over
again
,
father
!
"
said
Prince
,
kissing
his
hand
.
"
I
am
very
grateful
for
all
your
kindness
and
consideration
regarding
our
marriage
,
and
so
,
I
can
assure
you
,
is
Caddy
.
"
"
Very
,
"
sobbed
Caddy
.
"
Ve
-
ry
!
"
"
My
dear
son
,
"
said
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
"
and
dear
daughter
,
I
have
done
my
duty
.
If
the
spirit
of
a
sainted
wooman
hovers
above
us
and
looks
down
on
the
occasion
,
that
,
and
your
constant
affection
,
will
be
my
recompense
.
You
will
not
fail
in
YOUR
duty
,
my
son
and
daughter
,
I
believe
?
"
"
Dear
father
,
never
!
"
cried
Prince
.
"
Never
,
never
,
dear
Mr
.
Turveydrop
!
"
said
Caddy
.
"
This
,
"
returned
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
"
is
as
it
should
be
.
My
children
,
my
home
is
yours
,
my
heart
is
yours
,
my
all
is
yours
.
I
will
never
leave
you
;
nothing
but
death
shall
part
us
.
My
dear
son
,
you
contemplate
an
absence
of
a
week
,
I
think
?
"
"
A
week
,
dear
father
.
We
shall
return
home
this
day
week
.
"
"
My
dear
child
,
"
said
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
"
let
me
,
even
under
the
present
exceptional
circumstances
,
recommend
strict
punctuality
.
It
is
highly
important
to
keep
the
connexion
together
;
and
schools
,
if
at
all
neglected
,
are
apt
to
take
offence
.
"
"
This
day
week
,
father
,
we
shall
be
sure
to
be
home
to
dinner
.
"
"
Good
!
"
said
Mr
.
Turveydrop
.
"
You
will
find
fires
,
my
dear
Caroline
,
in
your
own
room
,
and
dinner
prepared
in
my
apartment
.
Yes
,
yes
,
Prince
!
"
anticipating
some
self
-
denying
objection
on
his
son
’
s
part
with
a
great
air
"
You
and
our
Caroline
will
be
strange
in
the
upper
part
of
the
premises
and
will
,
therefore
,
dine
that
day
in
my
apartment
.
Now
,
bless
ye
!
"
They
drove
away
,
and
whether
I
wondered
most
at
Mrs
.
Jellyby
or
at
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
I
did
not
know
.
Ada
and
my
guardian
were
in
the
same
condition
when
we
came
to
talk
it
over
.
But
before
we
drove
away
too
,
I
received
a
most
unexpected
and
eloquent
compliment
from
Mr
.
Jellyby
.
He
came
up
to
me
in
the
hall
,
took
both
my
hands
,
pressed
them
earnestly
,
and
opened
his
mouth
twice
.
I
was
so
sure
of
his
meaning
that
I
said
,
quite
flurried
,
"
You
are
very
welcome
,
sir
.
Pray
don
’
t
mention
it
!
"
"
I
hope
this
marriage
is
for
the
best
,
guardian
,
"
said
I
when
we
three
were
on
our
road
home
.
"
I
hope
it
is
,
little
woman
.
Patience
.
We
shall
see
.
"
"
Is
the
wind
in
the
east
to
-
day
?
"
I
ventured
to
ask
him
.
He
laughed
heartily
and
answered
,
"
No
.
"
"
But
it
must
have
been
this
morning
,
I
think
,
"
said
I
.
He
answered
"
No
"
again
,
and
this
time
my
dear
girl
confidently
answered
"
No
"
too
and
shook
the
lovely
head
which
,
with
its
blooming
flowers
against
the
golden
hair
,
was
like
the
very
spring
.
"
Much
YOU
know
of
east
winds
,
my
ugly
darling
,
"
said
I
,
kissing
her
in
my
admiration
—
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
.
Well
!
It
was
only
their
love
for
me
,
I
know
very
well
,
and
it
is
a
long
time
ago
.
I
must
write
it
even
if
I
rub
it
out
again
,
because
it
gives
me
so
much
pleasure
.
They
said
there
could
be
no
east
wind
where
Somebody
was
;
they
said
that
wherever
Dame
Durden
went
,
there
was
sunshine
and
summer
air
.
I
had
not
been
at
home
again
many
days
when
one
evening
I
went
upstairs
into
my
own
room
to
take
a
peep
over
Charley
’
s
shoulder
and
see
how
she
was
getting
on
with
her
copy
-
book
.
Writing
was
a
trying
business
to
Charley
,
who
seemed
to
have
no
natural
power
over
a
pen
,
but
in
whose
hand
every
pen
appeared
to
become
perversely
animated
,
and
to
go
wrong
and
crooked
,
and
to
stop
,
and
splash
,
and
sidle
into
corners
like
a
saddle
-
donkey
.
It
was
very
odd
to
see
what
old
letters
Charley
’
s
young
hand
had
made
,
they
so
wrinkled
,
and
shrivelled
,
and
tottering
,
it
so
plump
and
round
.
Yet
Charley
was
uncommonly
expert
at
other
things
and
had
as
nimble
little
fingers
as
I
ever
watched
.
"
Well
,
Charley
,
"
said
I
,
looking
over
a
copy
of
the
letter
O
in
which
it
was
represented
as
square
,
triangular
,
pear
-
shaped
,
and
collapsed
in
all
kinds
of
ways
,
"
we
are
improving
.
If
we
only
get
to
make
it
round
,
we
shall
be
perfect
,
Charley
.
"
Then
I
made
one
,
and
Charley
made
one
,
and
the
pen
wouldn
’
t
join
Charley
’
s
neatly
,
but
twisted
it
up
into
a
knot
.
"
Never
mind
,
Charley
.
We
shall
do
it
in
time
.
"
Charley
laid
down
her
pen
,
the
copy
being
finished
,
opened
and
shut
her
cramped
little
hand
,
looked
gravely
at
the
page
,
half
in
pride
and
half
in
doubt
,
and
got
up
,
and
dropped
me
a
curtsy
.
"
Thank
you
,
miss
.
If
you
please
,
miss
,
did
you
know
a
poor
person
of
the
name
of
Jenny
?
"
"
A
brickmaker
’
s
wife
,
Charley
?
Yes
.
"
"
She
came
and
spoke
to
me
when
I
was
out
a
little
while
ago
,
and
said
you
knew
her
,
miss
.
She
asked
me
if
I
wasn
’
t
the
young
lady
’
s
little
maid
—
meaning
you
for
the
young
lady
,
miss
—
and
I
said
yes
,
miss
.
"
"
I
thought
she
had
left
this
neighbourhood
altogether
,
Charley
.
"
"
So
she
had
,
miss
,
but
she
’
s
come
back
again
to
where
she
used
to
live
—
she
and
Liz
.
Did
you
know
another
poor
person
of
the
name
of
Liz
,
miss
?
"
"
I
think
I
do
,
Charley
,
though
not
by
name
.
"
"
That
’
s
what
she
said
!
"
returned
Charley
.
"
They
have
both
come
back
,
miss
,
and
have
been
tramping
high
and
low
.
"
"
Tramping
high
and
low
,
have
they
,
Charley
?
"
"
Yes
,
miss
.
"
If
Charley
could
only
have
made
the
letters
in
her
copy
as
round
as
the
eyes
with
which
she
looked
into
my
face
,
they
would
have
been
excellent
.
"
And
this
poor
person
came
about
the
house
three
or
four
days
,
hoping
to
get
a
glimpse
of
you
,
miss
—
all
she
wanted
,
she
said
—
but
you
were
away
.
That
was
when
she
saw
me
.
She
saw
me
a
-
going
about
,
miss
,
"
said
Charley
with
a
short
laugh
of
the
greatest
delight
and
pride
,
"
and
she
thought
I
looked
like
your
maid
!
"
"
Did
she
though
,
really
,
Charley
?
"
"
Yes
,
miss
!
"
said
Charley
.
"
Really
and
truly
.
"
And
Charley
,
with
another
short
laugh
of
the
purest
glee
,
made
her
eyes
very
round
again
and
looked
as
serious
as
became
my
maid
.
I
was
never
tired
of
seeing
Charley
in
the
full
enjoyment
of
that
great
dignity
,
standing
before
me
with
her
youthful
face
and
figure
,
and
her
steady
manner
,
and
her
childish
exultation
breaking
through
it
now
and
then
in
the
pleasantest
way
.
"
And
where
did
you
see
her
,
Charley
?
"
said
I
.
My
little
maid
’
s
countenance
fell
as
she
replied
,
"
By
the
doctor
’
s
shop
,
miss
.
"
For
Charley
wore
her
black
frock
yet
.
I
asked
if
the
brickmaker
’
s
wife
were
ill
,
but
Charley
said
no
.
It
was
some
one
else
.
Some
one
in
her
cottage
who
had
tramped
down
to
Saint
Albans
and
was
tramping
he
didn
’
t
know
where
.
A
poor
boy
,
Charley
said
.
No
father
,
no
mother
,
no
any
one
.
"
Like
as
Tom
might
have
been
,
miss
,
if
Emma
and
me
had
died
after
father
,
"
said
Charley
,
her
round
eyes
filling
with
tears
.
"
And
she
was
getting
medicine
for
him
,
Charley
?
"
"
She
said
,
miss
,
"
returned
Charley
,
"
how
that
he
had
once
done
as
much
for
her
.
"
My
little
maid
’
s
face
was
so
eager
and
her
quiet
hands
were
folded
so
closely
in
one
another
as
she
stood
looking
at
me
that
I
had
no
great
difficulty
in
reading
her
thoughts
.
"
Well
,
Charley
,
"
said
I
,
"
it
appears
to
me
that
you
and
I
can
do
no
better
than
go
round
to
Jenny
’
s
and
see
what
’
s
the
matter
.
"
The
alacrity
with
which
Charley
brought
my
bonnet
and
veil
,
and
having
dressed
me
,
quaintly
pinned
herself
into
her
warm
shawl
and
made
herself
look
like
a
little
old
woman
,
sufficiently
expressed
her
readiness
.
So
Charley
and
I
,
without
saying
anything
to
any
one
,
went
out
.
It
was
a
cold
,
wild
night
,
and
the
trees
shuddered
in
the
wind
.
The
rain
had
been
thick
and
heavy
all
day
,
and
with
little
intermission
for
many
days
.
None
was
falling
just
then
,
however
.
The
sky
had
partly
cleared
,
but
was
very
gloomy
—
even
above
us
,
where
a
few
stars
were
shining
.
In
the
north
and
north
-
west
,
where
the
sun
had
set
three
hours
before
,
there
was
a
pale
dead
light
both
beautiful
and
awful
;
and
into
it
long
sullen
lines
of
cloud
waved
up
like
a
sea
stricken
immovable
as
it
was
heaving
.
Towards
London
a
lurid
glare
overhung
the
whole
dark
waste
,
and
the
contrast
between
these
two
lights
,
and
the
fancy
which
the
redder
light
engendered
of
an
unearthly
fire
,
gleaming
on
all
the
unseen
buildings
of
the
city
and
on
all
the
faces
of
its
many
thousands
of
wondering
inhabitants
,
was
as
solemn
as
might
be
.
I
had
no
thought
that
night
—
none
,
I
am
quite
sure
—
of
what
was
soon
to
happen
to
me
.
But
I
have
always
remembered
since
that
when
we
had
stopped
at
the
garden
-
gate
to
look
up
at
the
sky
,
and
when
we
went
upon
our
way
,
I
had
for
a
moment
an
undefinable
impression
of
myself
as
being
something
different
from
what
I
then
was
.
I
know
it
was
then
and
there
that
I
had
it
.
I
have
ever
since
connected
the
feeling
with
that
spot
and
time
and
with
everything
associated
with
that
spot
and
time
,
to
the
distant
voices
in
the
town
,
the
barking
of
a
dog
,
and
the
sound
of
wheels
coming
down
the
miry
hill
.
It
was
Saturday
night
,
and
most
of
the
people
belonging
to
the
place
where
we
were
going
were
drinking
elsewhere
.
We
found
it
quieter
than
I
had
previously
seen
it
,
though
quite
as
miserable
.
The
kilns
were
burning
,
and
a
stifling
vapour
set
towards
us
with
a
pale
-
blue
glare
.
We
came
to
the
cottage
,
where
there
was
a
feeble
candle
in
the
patched
window
.
We
tapped
at
the
door
and
went
in
.
The
mother
of
the
little
child
who
had
died
was
sitting
in
a
chair
on
one
side
of
the
poor
fire
by
the
bed
;
and
opposite
to
her
,
a
wretched
boy
,
supported
by
the
chimney
-
piece
,
was
cowering
on
the
floor
.
He
held
under
his
arm
,
like
a
little
bundle
,
a
fragment
of
a
fur
cap
;
and
as
he
tried
to
warm
himself
,
he
shook
until
the
crazy
door
and
window
shook
.
The
place
was
closer
than
before
and
had
an
unhealthy
and
a
very
peculiar
smell
.
I
had
not
lifted
my
veil
when
I
first
spoke
to
the
woman
,
which
was
at
the
moment
of
our
going
in
.
The
boy
staggered
up
instantly
and
stared
at
me
with
a
remarkable
expression
of
surprise
and
terror
.
His
action
was
so
quick
and
my
being
the
cause
of
it
was
so
evident
that
I
stood
still
instead
of
advancing
nearer
.
"
I
won
’
t
go
no
more
to
the
berryin
ground
,
"
muttered
the
boy
;
"
I
ain
’
t
a
-
going
there
,
so
I
tell
you
!
"
I
lifted
my
veil
and
spoke
to
the
woman
.
She
said
to
me
in
a
low
voice
,
"
Don
’
t
mind
him
,
ma
’
am
.
He
’
ll
soon
come
back
to
his
head
,
"
and
said
to
him
,
"
Jo
,
Jo
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
"
"
I
know
wot
she
’
s
come
for
!
"
cried
the
boy
.
"
Who
?
"
"
The
lady
there
.
She
’
s
come
to
get
me
to
go
along
with
her
to
the
berryin
ground
.
I
won
’
t
go
to
the
berryin
ground
.
I
don
’
t
like
the
name
on
it
.
She
might
go
a
-
berryin
ME
.
"
His
shivering
came
on
again
,
and
as
he
leaned
against
the
wall
,
he
shook
the
hovel
.
"
He
has
been
talking
off
and
on
about
such
like
all
day
,
ma
’
am
,
"
said
Jenny
softly
.
"
Why
,
how
you
stare
!
This
is
MY
lady
,
Jo
.
"
"
Is
it
?
"
returned
the
boy
doubtfully
,
and
surveying
me
with
his
arm
held
out
above
his
burning
eyes
.
"
She
looks
to
me
the
t
’
other
one
.
It
ain
’
t
the
bonnet
,
nor
yet
it
ain
’
t
the
gownd
,
but
she
looks
to
me
the
t
’
other
one
.
"
My
little
Charley
,
with
her
premature
experience
of
illness
and
trouble
,
had
pulled
off
her
bonnet
and
shawl
and
now
went
quietly
up
to
him
with
a
chair
and
sat
him
down
in
it
like
an
old
sick
nurse
.
Except
that
no
such
attendant
could
have
shown
him
Charley
’
s
youthful
face
,
which
seemed
to
engage
his
confidence
.
"
I
say
!
"
said
the
boy
.
"
YOU
tell
me
.
Ain
’
t
the
lady
the
t
’
other
lady
?
"
Charley
shook
her
head
as
she
methodically
drew
his
rags
about
him
and
made
him
as
warm
as
she
could
.
"
Oh
!
"
the
boy
muttered
.
"
Then
I
s
’
pose
she
ain
’
t
.
"
"
I
came
to
see
if
I
could
do
you
any
good
,
"
said
I
.
"
What
is
the
matter
with
you
?
"
"
I
’
m
a
-
being
froze
,
"
returned
the
boy
hoarsely
,
with
his
haggard
gaze
wandering
about
me
,
"
and
then
burnt
up
,
and
then
froze
,
and
then
burnt
up
,
ever
so
many
times
in
a
hour
.
And
my
head
’
s
all
sleepy
,
and
all
a
-
going
mad
-
like
—
and
I
’
m
so
dry
—
and
my
bones
isn
’
t
half
so
much
bones
as
pain
.
"
When
did
he
come
here
?
"
I
asked
the
woman
.
"
This
morning
,
ma
’
am
,
I
found
him
at
the
corner
of
the
town
.
I
had
known
him
up
in
London
yonder
.
Hadn
’
t
I
,
Jo
?
"
"
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
,
"
the
boy
replied
.
Whenever
he
fixed
his
attention
or
his
eyes
,
it
was
only
for
a
very
little
while
.
He
soon
began
to
droop
his
head
again
,
and
roll
it
heavily
,
and
speak
as
if
he
were
half
awake
.
"
When
did
he
come
from
London
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
come
from
London
yes
’
day
,
"
said
the
boy
himself
,
now
flushed
and
hot
.
"
I
’
m
a
-
going
somewheres
.
"
"
Where
is
he
going
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Somewheres
,
"
repeated
the
boy
in
a
louder
tone
.
"
I
have
been
moved
on
,
and
moved
on
,
more
nor
ever
I
was
afore
,
since
the
t
’
other
one
give
me
the
sov
’
ring
.
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
she
’
s
always
a
-
watching
,
and
a
-
driving
of
me
—
what
have
I
done
to
her
?
—
and
they
’
re
all
a
-
watching
and
a
-
driving
of
me
.
Every
one
of
’
em
’
s
doing
of
it
,
from
the
time
when
I
don
’
t
get
up
,
to
the
time
when
I
don
’
t
go
to
bed
.
And
I
’
m
a
-
going
somewheres
.
That
’
s
where
I
’
m
a
-
going
.
She
told
me
,
down
in
Tom
-
all
-
Alone
’
s
,
as
she
came
from
Stolbuns
,
and
so
I
took
the
Stolbuns
Road
.
It
’
s
as
good
as
another
.
"
He
always
concluded
by
addressing
Charley
.
"
What
is
to
be
done
with
him
?
"
said
I
,
taking
the
woman
aside
.
"
He
could
not
travel
in
this
state
even
if
he
had
a
purpose
and
knew
where
he
was
going
!
"
"
I
know
no
more
,
ma
’
am
,
than
the
dead
,
"
she
replied
,
glancing
compassionately
at
him
.
"
Perhaps
the
dead
know
better
,
if
they
could
only
tell
us
.
I
’
ve
kept
him
here
all
day
for
pity
’
s
sake
,
and
I
’
ve
given
him
broth
and
physic
,
and
Liz
has
gone
to
try
if
any
one
will
take
him
in
(
here
’
s
my
pretty
in
the
bed
—
her
child
,
but
I
call
it
mine
)
;
but
I
can
’
t
keep
him
long
,
for
if
my
husband
was
to
come
home
and
find
him
here
,
he
’
d
be
rough
in
putting
him
out
and
might
do
him
a
hurt
.
Hark
!
Here
comes
Liz
back
!
"
The
other
woman
came
hurriedly
in
as
she
spoke
,
and
the
boy
got
up
with
a
half
-
obscured
sense
that
he
was
expected
to
be
going
.
When
the
little
child
awoke
,
and
when
and
how
Charley
got
at
it
,
took
it
out
of
bed
,
and
began
to
walk
about
hushing
it
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
There
she
was
,
doing
all
this
in
a
quiet
motherly
manner
as
if
she
were
living
in
Mrs
.
Blinder
’
s
attic
with
Tom
and
Emma
again
.
